Saturday, February 23, 2008

Exercise Nine - Leigh McLaughlin

Wavey chrisps salted
Mini coconut
Hairspray ext. str.
Candy and cream
Ritter sport mini
Dry cat food
Cat litter
2% milk
Cat food
Cat food
Berry syrup
Garbage bags

Total 15.67
Cigarettes2.50
cash. 20.00$

1) Everest's Narrative

It’s mid week, and, I’ve discovered a twenty in my pocket. Sure, I could find all sorts of change laying around, maybe a 5 or two, but, I take this surprisingly crisp 20$ bill as a sign. I did groceries on Sunday…with the suggestion in story form from an older friend of mine, about how Sundays used to be. Who am I not to take the liberties granted to me by godless economy? I got a week and a halfs' worth of G-shopping done. But, I didn’t anticipate a Monday cupboard allowing pilferage of a ¾full box of ‘Wavey Chrisps’ and my package of ‘Ritter Sports’. Suppose a neglectful host should expect such things. My garbage bags though, were raced in and holier than the litter box of Bootsy, whom they gifted all the milk, for which he is grotesquely intolerant. The designer hairspray that keeps me bushy tailed was used as accelerant in attempts to burn away the undigested evidence. Wait, that’s not true. I have cats, that’s all…cats, and a sweet tooth that could potentially be reverse diabetes. God I need a smoke.


2) Brittney's Narrative

It felt good stepping into the grocery store avec
holsters filled with images...loaded images.

Like Sally, the object of my every envy...The trans fat doesn't seem to affect her skin the way it does mine...






A tan, yes, then I could eat all the 'wavey crisps' I desire...maybe that's how she does it...?
A coconut could bring me to this skin perfect ecstacy, I know it... closest thing to a vacation I'll experience till this gout clears up...



Shouldn't be so hard on myself. I'm sure even celebrities have obstacles...
Man my hair's going to have volume tomorrow...




mmm...strong Bones...






Don't mind accounting for all of your needs...just don't make your motives TOO obvious.
Cat stuff
Cat stuff
Cat stuff...
What else did I need?


Right, garbage bags, for next weeks outfit
and...

cigs.My goal is to develope such a stain that people will have no choice but to believe me when I tell them I'm an alien.
Toilette paper what?










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